The room was a little bit bigger than my own, with yellow painted walls and posters of teen pop stars adorning the walls. A queen sized bed sat next to the window, with a puffy pink comforter complete with white frills around the edges. A large vanity mirror stood next to a half cracked door, reveling a walk-in closet beyond. I decided to head straight for the large dresser.
I took a deep breath. This was definatly going to be weird, I thought to myself. I opened the top drawer and saw an array of neatly stacked undergarments. Panties, socks, nylons, bras, and slips all stared back at me. I shook my head, as I had no idea where to start. I grabbed the pair of panties that sat on top of the pile. A basic sky-blue, cotton pair. I held them up to my eye-level, observing them, even though there wasn't much to observe. I inhaled another deep breath and took the plunge, lowering the panties and then stepping into them. I pulled them up until they were snug against my body. I exhaled.
I was surprised at how well they formed to my slight curves. I was also a bit tantilized to feel the light cotton passing over my new genitals. I didn't want to admit it, but this was definatly more comfortable then my tighty-whiteys on my male body. I walked around in a circle real quick to see how they felt, but when I caught site of myself in the mirror, I realized how corny I looked. I went back to the drawer and grabbed a matching pair of blue socks (not matching on purpose, I prayed). I eyed the small training bras, but decided that I didn't have the time to figure out how to get one on, nor did I have much to support. Quickly, I closed the drawer and opened the next one down.
Before me was an assortment of t-shirts, tanktops and sweaters. I grabbed a long sleeve shirt and unfolded it, revealing the words GAP. Ugh, I thought to myself as I tossed it aside. I might be wearing a pair of 12 year old girl's panties, but I wasn't going to be seen in a GAP shirt. Even if the situation was urgent. The stack of t-shirts was my next target, grabbing a dark red one, I held it up to take a look. It was a baby-tee with the words Angel embroidered on it in navy blue. This'll do, I decided. I put my arms into it and pulled it over my head, then down my body. My small breasts felt much bigger for some reason, maybe because they were confined now. I shrugged it off and went to the next drawer.
I just needed a simple pair of jeans to wear, but appearantly, they weren't the current style, as this girl didn't have any. I rummaged through a variety of skirts and capri pants before settling on a pair of khaki wide-bottoms. They were the closest I could get to my familiar boy clothes, I figured. As if I was getting more used to the situation, I stepped into them and pulled them up to my waist. For Christ's sake, I thought as the pants firmly encased my pelvis and butt, should a girl this age be wearing such tight pants? Maybe this girl was a little smaller than me, but then the other clothes would be tight, too. I guess this was how they were supposed to be. I pulled at the pants around my rear, trying to get some breathing room. If it wasn't for the flared bottoms, I'd probably sweat to death in these pants.
I walked out into the hall to see myself in the full-length mirror. Yep, I looked like a pre-teen girl. I smiled though, because even though I was a girl, at least I was probably going to be pretty hot after my next transformation. My smile quickly left after I realized what I just thought. I noticed that there hadn't been anymore booms from outside. My thoughts then went to Naka. I walked back into the girls room and sat on the side of the bed, hoping that she was alright.
